The believers' expressions grew calmer, and the piety in their eyes was genuine.
Amidst the low, rhythmic chants, Hong Lei silently scanned the crowd.
Instead of feeling peace, a sense of unease crept into his heart.
He turned and exited the main hall, nervously glancing at Shen Yi.
"Sir, what do we do now?" It seemed they had found the right place, but the scene before them didn't count as evidence.
This matter was no longer just a personal grudge.
Along the way, Hong Lei had heard how Shen Yi had forcefully suppressed most of the younger generation in Qingzhou City at Dashun Zhai, leaving no room for reconciliation.
Now, countless eyes in the city had temporarily set aside their hostility, quietly waiting for the outcome.
If Shen Yi couldn't maintain his previous decisiveness and swiftly deal with the Vajra Sect, his hesitation would be exposed.
Once people realized Shen Yi wasn't as confident and powerful as he appeared, endless retaliation would follow.